Not that Monster Magnet is a great visionary -- but it certainly doesn't seem to have any "ulterior motive" at work here. This album sounds just like Monster Magnet five years ago. In light of the neo-stoner insurrection, it almost sounds prescient, because you realize how totally "in" it is. Then you realize it's nothing new at all: "Doomsday" sounds like the Butthole Surfers; "Kiss of the Scorpion" apes '60s fuzz Iron Butterfly/Music Machine resources; "Gravity Well" has Zeppelin-like dynamics, and "Cry" is an organ-heavy swamp-prog opus. What Monster Magnet really excels at are anthemic rockers like the epic closer "Silver Future," in which leagues of bombast ultimately equal liberty and triumph. When the levee breaks, these hairy-headed behemoths will surely rise with the tide.
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